The small town that formed near Winterfell actually had a name: 'Wintertown'.
However, after Robb gathered his army, these small towns were filled with soldiers from all over the North.
In feudal times, one shouldn't expect any high moral standards from soldiers.
Even a noble like Roose Bolton would directly occupy a commoner's house if he fancied it, let alone these soldiers.
It's worth noting that the right of the first night was only abolished here two centuries ago.
This was still out of respect for Stark; otherwise, heinous incidents like rape and murder wouldn't be surprising.
But Robb simply didn't have time to deal with such matters; handling the petty schemes of the lords already consumed all his energy.
And Jon's first battle was to use these ruffian soldiers to make a statement.
Not far away, several ruffian soldiers were blocking the entrance of an inn.
They were shouting and pointing at a middle-aged man who was trying to appease them with a smile.
"Son of a bitch, we're about to set off to fight Lannister, and you still want money for staying a few days here?!"
"Yeah! What money do you need?!"
The leader of the group, with one hand on his hip, pointed at the innkeeper and said, while the others followed suit, jeering.
"Sirs, it's not a few days, it's two months, and I've given you the best food and drink. If you don't pay, my inn won't be able to stay open."
"If you can't keep it open, then don't. I think your daughter is pretty good. Why don't you let her marry me, and this little inn can be her dowry, hahaha~"
Looking at the arrogant demeanor of that group of ruffian soldiers, Jon couldn't help but frown.
Although he knew that the military-civilian relations of his own era were an anomaly, witnessing such an absurd scene firsthand still filled him with disgust.
The Game of Thrones wasn't just about the maneuvering of nobles; it also involved the blood, tears, and bones of countless ordinary people.
At this time, the Western army was rampaging through the Riverlands.
Tywin ordered the Mountain to wantonly burn farmlands, kill and plunder commoners in the Riverlands, creating terror and chaos.
Upon receiving the order, the Mountain wantonly raped, abducted, and plundered those poor commoners.
In the eyes of this Lannister lord, commoners were merely like weeds.
The Mountain was that fire; if it burned, it burned, for it would grow back anyway.
With these 'shining' humanoid lords, it's hard to say which side ordinary people would stand on when the Others finally attacked.
"This is the garrison of the Rosser family and the Shuta family. Their soldiers often clash and cause trouble for Robb... and they also harass commoners."
Theon was also beside Jon, responsible for describing the situation of these people to Jon.
Jon had never even heard of these two families.
They were probably very small, low-ranking knightly families, not even qualified to enter Robb's study.
After all, below dukes were counts, and below counts were viscounts and barons.
Furthermore, their family history wasn't long, and they weren't vassals of any other family, making them standard soft targets.
Jon nodded, leaning on a five-colored long staff, then turned to the others and said:
"Hold your sticks firmly. Remember what I taught you: the first strike is to the mouth to prevent begging for mercy, the second strike is to the legs to prevent escape. Once they're on the ground, hit them hard!"
"Understood, my Lord!"
Robb had assigned Jon a group of hot-blooded young men, all seventeen or eighteen years old.
Although the upcoming situation wasn't a real battle, it was enough to excite them.
Even Theon was no exception.
This time, they not only had numerical superiority but also the element of surprise. If they still lost, they might as well go home and farm.
Jon looked at the insolent ruffian soldiers and the helpless, frightened innkeeper and his daughter.
In fact, this inn wasn't large; it was just an ordinary family's house built a bit bigger.
Perhaps their family had accumulated wealth over decades, inheriting this 'property' from their parents.
Now, they were suffering a 'military disaster,' and two or three generations of effort were being destroyed in one fell swoop.
"Red."
Jon reconfirmed his Red Swordsmanship entry.
It glowed like a ruby.
After his Swordsmanship turned red, the improvement in his physical qualities was self-evident, and the insight into sword-based weapons was even more ineffable.
His weapons would not be limited to swords; anything could be a weapon.
In short, it needed to be demonstrated in actual combat.
Speaking of which, the Red entry seemed to be the highest, which saved Jon an upgrade point.
Confirming that everything was in order, Jon let out a low shout:
"Move out!!"
More than twenty people bent down and quickly approached the ruffian soldiers.
At this moment, the soldier who had threatened to marry the innkeeper's daughter became even more brazen, even reaching over the innkeeper to grope her.
The innkeeper, like a hen trying to protect her chick from an eagle's talons, desperately hid his daughter behind him.
"Hey~ Don't hide. Don't you want money anymore?"
"You stinking bitch, what do you mean! I'm telling you, we're not leaving today. Everyone, follow me inside!"
"Go! Go!"
A group of people said, jostling to enter the inn.
At this moment, due to his angle, the innkeeper suddenly saw a group of young men holding colorful short sticks rushing over.
Before he could understand what was happening, he saw the leader, a young man of only sixteen, begin to swing the stick in his hand.
He was like a whirlwind, and those arrogant ruffian soldiers were like withered leaves caught in a strong wind.
The black short stick was wielded with powerful force, capable of knocking a person flying with a single blow.
The shouting ruffian soldier felt something was wrong, and just as he turned his head, he was struck in the face by a black shadow, saliva mixed with teeth flying out.
And Theon, behind Jon, was stunned speechless.
Jon's movements were simply too fast; not only did he run quickly, but his hand movements were even faster!
Out of about ten ruffian soldiers, he almost single-handedly knocked down seven or eight.
By the time the more than twenty people behind them reached the front, they could only deal with those who were already on the ground but still struggling.
'Seven Gods, what on earth did he learn at the Wall?'
Theon suddenly became very curious about the Wall, though his hands didn't stop moving.
It must be said that the intimate contact between stick and flesh brought him a sense of exhilaration.
The innkeeper and his daughter were stunned by this scene.
They wondered which lord's army this was, to be so fierce?
At the same time, he was also a bit afraid, wondering what to do if these people wanted to stay and eat and live for free.
Especially the leading young man; he hadn't even clearly seen his movements, and a group of people were already lying on the ground.
Jon knocked the leading shouting ruffian soldier to the ground, but to his surprise, the other party angrily said:
"Who is it! Who are you! My father is Baron Chytterly."
"It's you, Baron Chytterly, who I'm hitting!" Jon said without stopping, swinging the black stick in a full circle, hitting him with thuds.
"Ouch! Ouch! Stop hitting!"
"Baron Chytterly! Baron Chytterly! Sir, I am a Northman!"
"Now you remember you're a Northman? Aren't they Northmen? Do they deserve to be bullied by you?!"
Listening to Jon's scolding, the innkeeper was dumbfounded.
What was going on here?
Someone was actually standing up for commoners like him?
After another twenty or so blows, the ruffian soldiers' screams made people dozens of meters away tremble.
Jon turned to the innkeeper and said:
"My name is Jon. If you encounter such freeloaders again, go directly to Winterfell and find me."
After speaking, Jon and the others tied the beaten and dazed ruffian soldiers to horses' tails and paraded them through the town.
Jon, riding on his horse, spoke to the other soldiers wandering in the town:
"Anyone who dares to rob commoners, or eat and drink their things without paying, will face this fate!"
Seeing Jon's fierce expression, those who had been bullying commoners to the point of forgetting themselves felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over their heads.
However, the noble who claimed his father was Baron Chytterly was carried before Robb by his father that very night.
Jon naturally had to appear as well.